This week’s words to play with: Canal Ripple Elegance Shawl Scripture Improvise Baggage Oubliette (a secret dungeon with an opening in the ceiling) Syrup Dent Paddle Petition
I woke up with a head like a foot and knowing I was up the canal without a paddle.
What was I thinking in going back to see the very elegant Madame Nelly, stunningly beautiful who had answered the door in only her gold trimmed shawl and had immediately lured me into her world of amazing improvisation and allure.
It wasn’t long before everything became a blur but there was that lingering sensation of syrup of some kind being smeared onto me as I could still feel stickiness in a place that should not have been sticky under any circumstances.
Madame Nelly had a reputation among the political savvy as an advocate for the less fortunate. She was always putting a petition in front of you calling for change of one kind or another. The last one had been to petition for the banning of a now disgraced politician’s memoirs as he was a convicted criminal and deserved as many said, to rot in gaol.
Her actions always sent ripples through the community and the scripture sellers despised her methods as she often advocated very liberal ways of dealing with societies issues such as advocating for gay marriage.
I thought of all this as I rubbed the dent I could feel in my head, it was a good sizeable dent and may have come when they pushed me through the ceiling of the oubliette.
Oubliette’s are like that, cagey things, no pun intended, for if you weren’t watching where you were going you could easily fall through the ceiling opening and there was no way of getting out. You were stuck.
Luckily there was a pile of disused baggage in the corner of the dungeon that I was able to pile up and drag myself out of there and seek the freedom I was now trying to understand.
On reflection if I could have assembled my own personal baggage I may have made my way to the moon. As it was I had no idea where I was.
My misadventure had left me bereft of all elegance, with only a thin knitted shawl around me protecting my dignity.
My safe return would be dependent on a combination of luck and my improvisation skills, which my brain at that moment began to petition.
Looking around I decided the best way out of this mess was to follow the canal, towards a sign advertising Ripple syrup in a can so dented as to be believable.
Feeling there were no other options, apart from shivering to death, I pulled my shawl tighter around me and headed………